Franz Kafka’s signature in a letter to Milena Jesenská. It reads:
Franzwrong,Fwrong,Yourswrong/ nothing more, calm, deep forest.
Prague, July 29, 1920.
Letters to Milena. Franz Kafka, trans. Philip Boehm. New York: Schocken Books, 1990.
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Today in my heart
I feel a vague tremor of stars,
but my path is lost
in the soul of the mist.
The light clips my wings,
and my sorrow
is dipping memories
in the fountain of idea.
- Federico García Lorca, Autumn Song. (November 1918, Granada) (first verse). transl. Catherine Brown in Federico García Lorca: A Bilingual Edition, p. 19.
Between your love for me and mine for you
—air of stars and tremor of plant—
a thicket of anemones raises
with a dark moan an entire year.
— Federico García Lorca, from Sonnet of the Garland of Roses, p. 831.
Marcel Duchamp, Après l’amour (After love, or, After Lovemaking). 1967-68. Etching on vellum, 50 x 24 cm (plate size), 50.5 cm x 32.5 cm (sheet size).
You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
Reginald Shepherd, You, Therefore.
Emily Dickinson on the death of her dog, Carlo:
They say that “Time assuages” -
Time never did assuage -
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with Age -
Time is a Test of Trouble -
But not a Remedy -
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no Malady -
- Emily Dickinson, 861, 1864 ed. R.W. Franklin, The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Reading Edition (Cambridge, Mass.: Harvard University Press, 1999).
“Gracie, do you know that I believe that the first to come and greet me when I go to heaven will be this dear, faithful old friend Carlo?” The Years and Hours of Emily Dickinson, Col. II, p.21), cited on the website The Emily Dickinson Museum: Carlo.
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